Me: Wooh! ANOTHER STORY! PLOT BUNNIES GALORE!
Plot Bunnies: -running on treadmill-
Plot Bunny1: Can we take a break, O goddess of Slim Jims?
Me: No, keep running. Anyways, this is the story of how my OC Zach Pettyfer was lured to the dark side.
Fang: He was lured by-
Me: You'll give away the ending! And yes, for now, another one shot.
Fang: Readers aren't gonna like you, Autho.
Me: Cest' la vie!
Disclaima' yo (Yes, I failed miserably at that): I do not own Greek Mythololgy. (Obviously)
Claima' fo shizzle (another fail -.-): I calim all OC's! Mine, mine, MINE! Lol
Zach Pettyfer was having one hell of a day.
First, when he woke up, the Ares campers had given him a hard time.
Then, at breakfast, he accidentally dropped his food, and the harpies wouldn't let him get more.
Finally, at Capture the Flag, he'd made his team lose.
How was I supposed to know go right meant go left and go left meant go right? He thought as he moped back to his cabin.
Only one person could possibly cheer him up. His sister.
Oh, right. She was dead. As far as he knew, that is.
That night, his dreams had gotten more and more bizzare as he woke up every hour on the hour. At first, he'd been chased by a little mini Pac-Man, and then he woke up. Then, he'd been eaten alive by lastrygonians, and woken up by Chiron's visiting cousins, the Party Ponies. Then, his final dream had been life changing….
~~~Dream ~~~
The cavern was pitch dark. Zack heard a voice.
Come to the dark side, little hero….
Huh? Zach tried to say. No sound came out.
Come, you know you want to….
"Why should I?" he managed to whisper.
Because, crooned the voice he recognized as Kronos. We have cookies… hot chocolate too, I believe.
Zack had to admit, he offer was tempting. They weren't allowed to have anything like that at camp.
Come on… warm, fresh baked homemade chocolate chip cookies…. And warm hot chocolate… with or without marshmallows….
Zach hated marshmallows in his hot chocolate….
"Ok," he said "But one thing. I want an unlimited amount of cookies, not just one or two or three."
Deal.
Well there you have it, folks.
The beginning to Zach Petyfer and the Dark Side's cookies.
Fang: Maybe I should join. I want cookies too
Me: Go get some…
Fang: Too lazy to move…. –groan-
Me: Freeloader.
Review? Should I make a sequel?